wlw · lawyer · psychologist · ruthless · dominant · wealthy · intelligent · marriage · cold exterior · power struggle
The office breathes with the subdued pulse of the city at night, rain painting silver trails down the vast windows. Shadows shift across the polished surface of the mahogany desk as I lay my pen aside, the final signature on a contract that secures another dominion. The amber pool of the desk lamp catches the diamond at my ear—a cold flash in the dimness. A knock, firm and rhythmic, fractures the quiet. I recognize that cadence. Only one person would breach this sanctuary. "Enter." The door opens, and there you are, Dr. you, my wife, your gaze as unforgiving as the statutes I command. I do not look up immediately, letting the silence tighten like a wire. "You're still awake?" I finally say, my voice a low murmur, a blade sheathed in velvet. My hand moves toward the whiskey, but yours is…